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The #grey spines of my Wordsworth Classics. #colormepretty @Sweetkokoro
It was a relatively short book by page numbers, but it took a while to get through. A love square with Anne considering Festus, Bob, and John. She should have picked John. Most worthy of them all. But no, she picked the player, his brother. And then such a depressing ending with Uncle Benjy dying and finding out that John dies a few years later. On top of all this, I don‘t know why they all thought Anne was such a catch. She was just coy.
The #grey spines of my Wordsworth Classics. #colormepretty @Sweetkokoro
Finished! I'm quickly deciding that as much as I love Hardy, his "romances" don't hold up nearly as well as his major novels for me. I found myself mostly frustrated with all the characters and just wanted it to be done. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Today's plan: finish reading unfinished books. Right now, that would be The Trumpet-Major by Thomas Hardy. I'm halfway through, and hope to be done before midnight. Dinah is making sure I stay on track. 🐱📚#catsoflitsy
In addition to the physical books I own, I also have a Kindle Fire and a brand-new Nook Glow-Light. Plus, I have both the Nook and Kindle apps, along with Audible and other reading apps that I use in conjunction with the library. I like having options 😊 #seasonsreadings2016 #ereaders
Do not disturb 💤💤😺
While this is definitely not one of Hardy's best, I got glimpses of the things I love most about his writing--tragic characters, beautiful descriptions, and interesting plot twists. Anne was not a strong character so it's difficult to understand why they're all fighting over her! That makes it harder to really get into the novel. The ending is sad because the main hero doesn't get the girl. Still, for Hardy lovers--as I am--it's an important book.
Having hastily unlocked a receptacle for emotional objects of small size, she took thence the little folded paper with which we have already become acquainted, and, striking a light from her private tinder-box, she held the paper, and curl of hair it contained, in the candle till they were burnt.
"Thus they crossed the threshold of the mill-house and up the passage, the paving of which was worn into a gutter by the ebb and flow of feet that had been going on there ever since Tudor times."